Musings on sharing my wife sexually with other men, my bisexual side, and about sex in general.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Monday Morning Romp

If only I could begin every day like today - at least every Monday - to sit here poised to write a blog entry with the scent and taste of Dee's pussy still lingering on my upper lip - with the amazing tingly sensation of deep and thorough satisfaction in my cock and balls that I'm feeling right now even as Dee sits in the next room munching on her breakfast, full of my thick cum and wearing a very well pleased look of satisfaction herself. My whole pelvic region still throbs from experiencing just a little while ago the utter and absolute sexual release and the other-worldly sense of bliss that making love with Dee gives to me when our hearts and souls and minds and bodies are in perfect sync as they were this morning when we were joined together. Morning sex provides a kind of hyper-sensitivity to the emotions and physical sensations of making love, and I continue to feel them long after our clothes are back on. If I were to go out in public any time soon I'm sure that anybody attuned to the vibes of great sex would recognize the well-fucked look on my face and this particular spring in my step.

I can't believe sometimes that Dee and I survived sixteen years without sharing this feeling together - that for so many years we went on pretending that not having it really didn't matter. I have married friends still going through the motions, and I can see as obviously as if they wore signs proclaiming their emptiness that this brand of exhilaration is totally absent in their lives. My heart bleeds for them in particular when I feel that I should be on some kind of crusade preaching that a good marriage, a strong marriage, a loving marriage does, and in no small part, depend on good sex.

This planet would be much happier if sex was for all of us what it's supposed to be - refreshing, rejuvenating, energizing - able to touch us in ways that nothing else can and all of us need.

4 comments:

Joe, I had an early romp also. Nurse Wife really could have been a little more active but pussy is pussy. That willing beaver of Dees is a bit more than Woody can take. Sorry I must admit I lust for her and that beautiful snatch.

I really associate with what you write... "This planet would be much happier if sex was for all of us what it's supposed to be - refreshing, rejuvenating, energizing - able to touch us in ways that nothing else can and all of us need."